In the quiet spaces of the world,
where light and shadow converge in endless dance,
I choose to be an observer,
a witness to the spectrum of existence
without being ensnared by its darkness.

Within the relentless swirl of life’s trials,
where anguish and discontent often vie for dominion,
I anchor my sight to the horizon of hope,
where joy stretches its arms to the sky,
and peace weaves its threads through the fabric of reality.
I choose to see not just the surface,
but the potential beneath,
the warmth that flickers despite the chill.

In the cacophony of human actions,
where wrongs and grievances press against the soul,
I turn my gaze toward the light
that peeks through the curtains of human struggle.
I recognize the shadows for what they are—
merely the absence of light,
a backdrop to the brilliance of possibilities,
and not the center of my focus.

The darkness, with its weight and complexity,
is a presence I acknowledge but do not dwell upon.
I do not deny its existence;
I simply choose not to give it dominion over my vision.
My sight is a selective canvas,
painted with hues of kindness and compassion,
where the spectrum of human experience
is enriched by acts of grace and moments of profound...